Chapter 743: Dragon of Hell – Koscherci's Final Roar
Koscherci let out a blood-curdling roar, swinging his Battle Axe in a wide, devastating arc, aiming to cleave the Red Dragon’s head in two. The air around him rippled violently, charged with raw power. From the blade surged a profound, glowing gaze—its light piercing the very fabric of reality.
Across the sky, countless monstrous,扭曲 (distorted) shadows emerged from the void, writhing like serpents. They seized the Red Dragon’s legs, coiled around his body, dragging him toward the Bottomless Abyss, as if intent on consuming him whole.
But Kai Xiusu’s claws flared with power. A dozen massive Spell Vortexes erupted from his palms, pulling in the Abyssal energy like a black hole. The dark force was devoured instantly. At the same time, a faint purple light flickered once more across his body—his final 10th Circle Spell as a Legendary True Dragon Mage.
Eternal Freedom!
With a thunderous beat of wings, the Red Dragon soared into the heavens, becoming a blazing afterimage trailing flames. He tore through the chaotic mists, ascending to an altitude of ten kilometers. Without hesitation, he swallowed Matalotok into his alternate dimension—a move he’d never allow the Frost Giant to claim.
Swish—
Koscherci’s axe missed its mark, splitting open the air itself and carving a rift hundreds of meters long. From the Abyssal fissure poured forth countless, grotesque demons, their chaotic roars shaking the sky.
The Frost Giant stood bathed in thick, swirling black fog, his breaths heavy and ragged. His eyes burned with fury, locked onto the Red Dragon high above—rage and aggression etched into every fiber of his being.
“Crawler—”
Boom!
A divine punishment of fire fell from the heavens, blazing with the aura of total annihilation. It pierced the body of the Tanalir Frost Giant—yet in an instant, the Abyssal mist poured into the wound, writhing like living flesh, healing the charred hollow in moments.
The Frost Giant stood unharmed—more enraged than ever. His eyes blazed with fury, and his roar shook the very foundation of existence.
Koscherci charged again—but Kai Xiusu dodged with impossible agility. From deep within his throat, silver flames erupted, a sacred Order Flame that danced like liquid light.
The Frost Giant was engulfed in silver-white fire. He screamed in agony, his body convulsing, flesh burning away only to regenerate again and again. The pain was endless, the torment absolute.
“Essence of Immortality,” Kai Xiusu murmured, his eyes narrowing as he studied the towering, terrifying form before him. “Matalotok can only suppress this Divine Power for a moment. Even if he loses his divine strength, this creature still wields Semi-God-level essence. There’s no way to kill him with ordinary means. We can’t afford to stall any longer.”
His thoughts were clear: If this battle drags on, Koscherci will recover his reason, reclaim his power—and Avernus will fall.
He turned his gaze toward the sky. “Since we’re in Avernus… then let’s use Hell Power to end him.”
With a flick of his claw, Kai Xiusu drew forth a flaming Longsword from thin air—its blade pulsing with the authority of the Abyss. He raised it high.
“Hear me, Avernus! I wield the law of Hell!”
A tremor ran across the sky. The very laws of this plane bent to his will. Endless Hellfire surged from the earth, spiraling upward to meet the Red Dragon in the heavens.
Kai Xiusu sent a mental message to the Deep Hell Forgemaster far below:
“Bair, I need your strength. Only Complete Hell Authority can kill a Semi-God-level Frost Giant!”
Bair’s face darkened instantly. His voice was laced with venom:
“That’s impossible! I am the one Asmo蒂尔斯 has recognized as Lord of Avernus!”
Kai Xiusu dodged another furious blow, his voice calm but urgent:
“Bair, think clearly! If we don’t kill Koscherci now, when he regains his reason and reclaims his Divine Power, Avernus will be lost!”
“The Empire of Ashen’s roots lie in the Prime Material Plane. Even if Hell itself is conquered by the Abyss, I’d only lose a few Exclaves—my core remains untouched.”
“But if Koscherci conquers Avernus… you’ll be nothing more than a homeless dog. There will be no place for you in the Multiverse!”
His tone was sharp, unyielding.
Bair hesitated. “Then why not let me use Complete Hell Authority to kill him?”
“Because you can’t beat him,” Kai Xiusu replied, dodging another axe strike. “And you don’t trust me. You think I’m more greedy, more corrupt than even the Devils.”
Bair gritted his teeth, his voice strained. “I don’t trust you, Kai Xiusu. You’re worse than any Devil.”
Kai Xiusu smiled faintly. “Then let’s sign a Pact. The River of the Dead is the most impartial judge, isn’t it?”
Boom!
Koscherci swung his axe down, splitting the ground. The earth trembled, groaning under the impact. For a moment, silence fell—broken only by the mad, destructive roar of the Frost Giant.
Bair stared at the creature, heart pounding. He felt fear—real, visceral fear. Finally, he exhaled, defeated.
“Fine.”
The Pact was sealed.
The Deep Hell Forgemaster, face grim with regret over his lost equipment, hurled the Infernal Sword into the air. Kai Xiusu caught it mid-flight.
The moment the two powers merged, a terrifying wave of energy exploded outward. Hellfire surged across the sky, consuming everything in its path. Even Koscherci screamed in pain.
A sword—over a kilometer long—materialized in the heavens. Its aura radiated absolute terror. This was the embodiment of the Supreme Power of Avernus—the ultimate prize every Devil dreamed of.
“Look!”
“That power… it feels like Zaril’s!”
“Could this be the Authority held by the Hell Lord?”
“But… how could it be in the claws of the Emperor of the Ashen Flame?”
“It should belong to Lord Bair!”
The Devils murmured in astonishment. Their sharp, cunning minds sensed something was off. Their gazes flicked to Bair—now filled with amusement, suspicion.
Perhaps, in Avernus, there was more than one powerful patron to serve.
Kai Xiusu extended his claw, gripping the hilt of the Infernal Greatsword. Instantly, a surge of Supreme Power coursed through him.
The architecture of the plane, the edicts of the world—flashed into his mind. The Red Dragon felt as if he stood within the Divine Realm itself.
To Kai Xiusu, Avernus was now a game. He held the admin permissions—able to alter reality at will, even to challenge the Deity itself.
This was the strength of the Lord of the Plane.
This was the power of the Hell Lord.
“Truly magnificent,” he whispered.
Now he understood why Bair coveted the Iron Throne so desperately. The feeling of Absolute Control—of total dominion—was intoxicating. Even Kai Xiusu felt its pull.
But the task at hand remained: kill Koscherci. End this Abyssal invasion.
Roar—
The Red Dragon raised his head, unleashing a long, deafening roar that echoed across the heavens. The Hell Authority flowed into his body, and endless waves of Hellfire surged toward him.
The fire gathered—forming flesh, scales, bones. In a flash, a dragon emerged from the sky: dark red, towering, resembling a Fire-Ancient Dragon of Purgatory. Over five hundred meters long, its body pulsing with molten lava, wrapped in roaring flames.
Any mortal who beheld this fearsome form would immediately be overwhelmed by visions of evil—murder, betrayal, lust, massacre. Their souls would drown in despair, their spirits consumed by the Abyss, becoming lowly, corrupted supplicants in Baator Hell, cursed to eternal suffering.
Roar—
Another roar, this time laced with Supreme Intimidation.
Instantly, every being in Hell—Hellhounds, Primeval Demons, Tiny Devils—felt an overwhelming urge to kneel, to worship.
“Lord of the Nine Hells above!”
“What… what is this?”
“Impossible! Could this Red Dragon be the Avatar of Avernus?”
“Noble… so powerful!”
The Devils’ awe filled the air. But Bair’s heart twisted. He clenched his fists, whispering to himself:
“This… should have been mine. It should belong to me!”
Under the relentless prayers of his kin, Koscherci regained a sliver of reason. A frost-laced Divine Power flared from within him.
He lifted his head, staring at the colossal Dragon Shadow above—his voice hoarse, disbelieving:
“No… it can’t be!”
“How could that Deep Hell Forgemaster allow you to claim the full Authority? How could Nethres’ old bastard let a Five-Colored Dragon become a true Hell Lord?”
His eyes burned crimson. The Red Dragon above—his enemy—was now a symbol of everything he’d fought for.
“I know now!”
The Tanalir Frost Giant stood atop a scorched, fire-ravaged earth, his Frost Battle Axe raised high, pointing skyward.
“Crawling Deceiver! You’re bluffing!”
“Die—!”
He leapt into the sky, swinging his axe with every ounce of Frost Divine Power. A freezing wind howled around him. He soared over ten thousand meters, the blade descending like a glacier’s fall.
Kai Xiusu spread his wings, summoning a Scorching Storm. A deep, rumbling growl escaped his throat.
“Koscherci! By the authority of Avernus—”
“I deliver Death!”
The colossal, bloody maw of the Hell Dragon opened wide. From deep within, dark red Hellfire surged forth—filled with horrifying specters:
- Souls screaming in eternal pain.
- Tiny Devils laughing maniacally.
- Desire Demons whispering seductive lies.
- Deep Hell Forgemasters leading legions of Hell, hungry for conquest.
All the collected evils—greed, suffering, hatred, corruption—were embodied in this fire. The very soul of Hell’s order, forged in the tortures of Purgatory.
And now, it gathered in Kai Xiusu’s throat—becoming the ultimate, vile Hellfire Breath.
“Hellfire Breath!”
Boom!
The sky vanished beneath a storm of fire. The flames roared like a berserk wave, tongues of fire twisting like serpents, ravaging heaven and earth. They surged toward the Frost Giant in mid-air.
Koscherci felt the law of Avernus—the familiar, terrifying presence—and for the first time, real panic flickered across his face.
That… that’s pure Will of Avernus. No deception. No illusion.
Without hesitation, he swung his axe, trying to carve an Abyssal Rift—a path to escape. He would abandon his kin, the millions of demons, the hundreds of Frost Giant kin—just to survive.
But Kai Xiusu had already prepared. The Hellfire had already sealed Avernus. Not even a fly could escape.
“No—!”
Koscherci unleashed his Divine Power. A biting cold swept across the land. The earth trembled. Magma froze mid-flow.
With a roar, ice mountains erupted from the ground—stretching for thousands of meters, forming an impenetrable wall before him. The Abyssal mist coalesced into black armor, shielding his body.
“I am the Co-Ruler of the Frost Giants! A true Divine Being! The Favorite of the Abyss! I endured millennia of hardship and pain to reach this strength! What right do you have to oppose me?!”
The cold spread—freezing everything. Time itself seemed to halt.
But then—Hellfire surged forth, unstoppable.
The ice melted. The snow vanished. The world returned to motion—now a blazing inferno, spanning tens of kilometers. Koscherci stood at the center, engulfed in flames, screaming in agony.
“No! I am the Great King of the Frost Giants! Lord of Wrath!”
His Chaos Mist clashed against the Hellfire—failing. The fire burned his flesh, corroded his Abyssal Demon Heart, and began to unravel his Immutable Essence.
“I am immortal!”
But his roars were drowned out by the crackling of fire.
Kai Xiusu pushed harder, unleashing the full force of his Hell Breath. A column of fire—hundred meters wide—shot from his throat, engulfing the Frost Giant in an instant.
Within the crimson inferno, ghostly figures flickered—screams of agony, the sound of souls tearing apart.
In the end, only a skeleton remained—charred, blackened, standing rigid in the center of the firestorm. It knelt on one knee, its right hand stretched toward the Red Dragon, mouth wide open, eyes hollow—yet filled with endless rage and hatred.
The ancient Demon Lord. The God of Wrath. Koscherci—gone.
His body was reduced to ash. His soul torn to pieces. As an immortal evil, he might one day rise again in the filthy Blood Pool of the Bottomless Abyss—more hateful, more corrupted—but only as a common, mindless Frost Giant Demon.
The sky of Hell returned to crimson. The five-hundred-meter dragon spread its sky-cloaking wings, surveying all below.
“Koscherci is dead!”
“Lord of the Nine Hells! The Lord of Wrath has fallen!”
“Emperor Kai—unstoppable!”
In the frontline of the Hell Legion, Devils and Players roared in celebration. But the demons—especially the Tanalir Frost Giants—were paralyzed with panic, despair.
“Lord Koscherci… he’s… dead?”
“This is impossible!”
“We must flee! Back to the Steel Ice Plains! He’s immortal—he’ll return in the Abyss!”
Chaos erupted. Millions of demons scattered in disarray, fleeing blindly through Avernus’ wilds.
Then—
A long, clear, echoing roar split the sky, reaching every living soul in Avernus.
Kai Xiusu had sounded the final counterattack horn.
(End of Chapter)
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